Kapitel 182: Heroine Purifying

Next Day

The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting the academy's garden in shadows that seemed to stretch infinitely. The massive willow tree, its branches a tangled mass of dark limbs, stood alone in its secluded corner. It was said that the willow tree would become active, its haunting cries echoing through the garden, drawing the students closer for a fatal encounter.

Lucan and Maris made their way to the garden, their footsteps muffled by the thick, damp grass. Maris walked close beside Lucan, her mood cheerful as she linked arms with him. After solving the previous five horrors, it was time to face the sixth.

"Stay alert," Lucan said, his voice low and steady. "The Weeping Willow's power is said to be stronger at night. We are strong, but don't underestimate any enemy."

Maris nodded, her eyes scanning the garden's darkened expanse. "I can feel the sorrow in the air. It's almost... palpable."